Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.